The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1887-08-03

The senate and a. u. smith
When he sought TO take his seat
AS President OF the Senate,
Bulger throwed him fully twenty feet
And in less than half minute
Robertson saw that his bread aud meat
Didn't lie In that direction,
And he beat
a safe retreat
From a. G. Smiths jurisdiction
What's the mvtter with Robertson is easy
to see
And the same is true of the G. o.. P.
Mr.. President: What's the matter? for
sooth,
We are admonished to tell the truth,
And fearing an a7enging rod,
To tell the whole truth, 50 help US God.
Do you remember what hutter,
In talking about insane asylum butter,
Was created? The Foulk committee looked
into tub,
And saw one maggot-now comes the
They had the basis of truth for lie,
And the devil likes that sort OF thing,
And the Foulk committee said we'll null
tiply
Maggots enough to make all he'll ring.
With our talents for lying, one maggot
shall be
As the leaves of the forest, or drops of the
sea,
And the lie shall fly all over the state
That every day the insane people ate
Millions of maggots. And the lie did so
From Lake Michigan 10 the Ohio
1t burt the Democratic party some
But didu't elect Ben Harrison.
Mr.. President: What's the matter
We have often been told
That words titly spoken
Are like apples of silver in pictures OF gold
A precious token
That mans head is level
That he's not in league with bad men nor
the devil,
And surely when we are talking to
friends
When every heart beats high for success,
When friendship with fealty in harmony
blends,
Then words fifty spoken always possess
A power and charm
That give power to our faith and strength
to the arm,
What then, may / ask, should be our words
like apples of silver and pictures of gOld)
To flash long the lines like Highland
chief swords
When our bright battle banner to the
breeze is unfurled.
Omitted we Widths shIbbOlsth shout,
As certain as rivers flow to the sea,
Shall put the Republican party to rous
And win for our party grand victory,
Mr.. President: What's the matter
With the New York San?
Ard what's the matter with Brick
PomerOy's aoon?
Don't they say the works begun
That forever settles Cleveland's doom?
In the msj esty Of their might
They knock Grover higher than Gilroy's
kite.
Sill, frankie and Grover
at red toe are in clover,
And remember moreover,
That the Same happy conditions,
The seine blessed fruitions,
Are true Of the people
From ocean to ocean.
Thus I think il g plain
That there's a wide-spreadiDg notion
TEat Grover will be nominated
And elected again.
Mr.. President: What's the matter?
Do you know
What it is to breakfast, dine and sup on
crow?
Did you ever eat Crow fried,
Boiled, baked, stewed or raw?
If 50, don't you wish yod'd died
Before your political stomach asked the
question
Why you forced crow upon it for dlges
Well, do you ask me what's the matter with
crow?
I swear by all the dishes,
From chicken ixens to the best of fishes,
That don't know.
But had 1 such gushers as Kokomo.
I'd bet 40 OOO, 900 cubic feet of gas
If som ebody isn't careful twill come Il
to pass,
That a number OF editors we know
Will be required to dine and lunch OF
crow.
Mr.. President: What's the matter?
In our everyday life,
Where each has his share of labor and
strife,
May say a word for sweetheart and wife
For the homes of our loves,
Where words are as gentle as the cooling oil
doves?
All! catch the response
Thanked
| And fer the nonce
| Will play the role of the Yankee
/ And ask for three cheers
| For Grover and frankie
| For to me it appears
That whatever we say of vetoing bills
/ Or of other political ills,
| That Grover did well,
| Whether for love or for pelf,
When he added better half to himself.